Family Lines
by HesterPryne
Summary: How will Bruce and Selina deal with a new arrival as they come closer to their wedding day?AU Please r & r. *Updated*
1. Chapter 1

**Family Lines  
****by Esther Pryne**

**I don't own Batman, Superman, Lois or any other DC Comics character though the Lord knows I wish that I did**

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Katsuro Amadeus. That is my name. I tell myself that a hundred times a day. If I didn't it would slip away from me into the dark, like so many little pieces of myself. I don't know what I look like, or how old I am, or where I come from, or my mother's name. I only know three things; my name, that I wish I was dead, and that I am very very beautiful. So many times I've begged my masters to kill me. So many times, and they never do.

Someone come into this dark place. His figure is silhouetted by light from whatever is beyond, the door. It burns my eyes, that light, when I have seen nothing brighter than a small flashlight in days... weeks... maybe months, so I close my eyes against it. I hear his slow deliberate footsteps, and I realize that this is not someone I know. Not that that is unusual. I ask myself why I make note of these things. They don't matter. Nothing does.

The stranger kneels beside me and breaks the shackles that hold me against the wall, in this position, with his bare hands. That registers as something strange, but then I ask myself, _What is normal? What is strange?_ Then I realize that this--this rescuing is strange. I am worth less than a nice suit of clothes. No one would ever rescue me. When the man picks me up in his arms and asks my name I do not respond. I am sure that this is a dream, like the ones I used to have long ago, that someone, anyone would take me away. I wonder why they have come back.

After awhile the man who is rescuing me tilts my chin up and looks me in the eye. There is something different about him, something missing from his face that I have always seen, especially in my masters, and something else replacing it that I cannot remember seeing before. I don't know what to call it. His eyes are bright and blue, like the sky that I now realize we are flying in, and this curl that hangs over his forehead. I try to find fear, but there is none. What could anyone do to me that hadn't already been done? I offer no resistance; I don't have it in me. I haven't for awhile. I let the darkness, born of a lifetime of pain and exhaustion, overwhelm me.

When I open my eyes I am laying on my side, naked (usual) but covered with a blanket (not usual), in a room made of ice. The man that broke my chains is standing over me.

"What is your name, son?"

It takes me awhile to answer; it's been so long since I really thought about anything, muchles spoke. When I can finally move my mouth I say,

"My name is Katsuro Amadeus."

It is a wonder that the man can understand me; my voice is so hoarse and distorted. It hurts to speak.

"How old are you, Katsuro?"

I don't know and I don't answer. I am tired again. Tired of living, tired of being.

"Katsuro? Do you know the men that were holding you?"

I stare at a point past his waist, which is all I can see without looking up.

"Katsuro."

I stare at that point until it begins to dissolve, dissolve into the place I go, the place I hide when my masters leave me in the dark for too long. I stare at that point until I can't see or hear or smell or taste or feel anything at all. _My name. It's been so long since anyone has spoken my name._

Bruce sat at his desk dressed in his usual black Armani suit and blue shirt; the jacket of the suit thrown across a chaise lounge beside the entrance to the office. Here he looked like the busy middle aged multimillionaire at work.

"Mr. Wayne? Clark Kent is here to see you. He doesn't have an appointment." Bruce looked up from his computer, knowing that his head administrative assistant could see that he was playing Spider Solitaire, rather than preparing for his meeting in forty-five minutes.

"It's okay Moira, send him in. I could use a little bit of distraction." Acting like a brainless irresponsible womanizer grated on Bruce's nerves but it was apart of his job as a crime fighter.

"Hello, Bruce, how's it going?" Clark said, leaning against the doorway to "Brucie's" inner sanctum where he could call old girlfriends and practice his golf swing in peace. "Come in, Clark come in. What brings you to Gotham?"

Clark sat down in the chair in front of Bruce's desk, and said, "Actually Bruce I was in town and I wanted to invite you over for dinner. Lois noticed that it's been awhile, and Dana has been missing her favorite 'uncle'. How does next Monday sound?"

Bruce looked through his appointment book.

"I don't get out of meetings until six thirty-"

"We'll hold dinner until then. It's important."

At the interruption, Bruce looked up sharply and studied his friend's face.

Then he nodded and said, "I'll be there"

Bruce walked up to the Kent's townhouse with a bottle of the best non-alcoholic wine and flowers for Lois. His knock was answered by a thirteen year old Dana Kent

"Hi, Uncle Bruce!" Did you bring anything I can drink?" she asked, eyeing the bottle in his hand.

Bruce smiled and ruffled Dana's hair. "You know I always do."

Dana was one of the few people that could wring a smile out of the real Bruce Wayne.

"Come on in, dinner's ready," Lois called.

The dinner went well, and Dana kept the conversation light with stories of her seventh grade class, until it was time for her to go upstairs and do her homework. The moment she left however, Bruce turned into Batman, and though he was sans costume, cape, and cowl, he was just as intimidating.

"What did you ask me over for, Kent?" Bruce asked in his usual and much more familiar "bat gravel" as Lois called it. Clark moved the trio to the living room and poured coffee all around.

"You know of the relief efforts in Thailand since the tsunami, and that I go to help every so often. I was there ten days ago, and one of the last things I did before I left was help the local police bust a drug and child slavery ring. Bruce, I have rarely seen anything so disgusting in my life. Men and a few women were holed up in a hotel building and there was a bit of gunfire but the police finally got them out. The children, Bruce, the children, they were so blank, so... Bruce those men, they destroyed the children. I don't understand how people can treat each other like this."

At Clark's admission, the room was silent, and he needed a moment to collect himself. "I went into the building because there was one person left and the whole thing was rigged with explosives. The one left was boy, a young man really. He-he was chained in the basement to the wall with shackles, actual iron shackles." Lois took Clark's hand and he squeezed it back, assuring her that he would be alright.

"I released him and carried him out. He wasn't unconscious at the time, but he wasn't really there either. I looked at the boys face and-suffice to say that I was shocked. I knew that I had seen it before, that brow, that nose and when he opened his eyes-it was just for a second- I was shocked, but I knew that I was not mistaken."

"Instead- instead of turning him over to the orphanage that the other children were sent to," at this Clark sighed again, "I brought him to the Fortress and ran a few tests. Bruce, I don't know how to say this, but the boy--his name is Katsuro--he's your son."


	2. Chapter 2

**Chapter 2**

Bruce sat back in silence, his fingers steepled in front of him. For a few moments no one spoke, and Lois and Clark waited for Bruce's reaction. Finally, he whispered, "Andrea." She was the only one it _could_ be. Clark nodded in agreement. "That's what the tests said. Right now he's upstairs-"

Bruce immediately stood and almost ran up the stairs. He opened the first bedroom door to the left, what he knew was the guest bedroom. There his son—his _son_—lay on an iron-framed bed, covered by quilt made by Ma Kent. He walked in slowly, quietly, and knelt at the boy's beside. The sage colored blanket covered Katsuro up to his shoulders, but it couldn't quite hide the fact that the boy underneath it was painfully thin. Bruce studied Katsuro's face, looking for himself, and it wasn't hard to find. The boy's eyes and the long thick plait of blue-black hair were his father's legacy, but his mouth and the long, graceful, finely boned hand Bruce held, those were Andrea's. Even thin, bruised, and more than likely scarred; Bruce could see that Katsuro was a beautiful child—and that was probably something the boy didn't really like to know.

Lois and Clark watched their friend tenderly minister to his first biological son. Both of them had known that there was this side to Bruce, but this was the first time they'd been there to witnessed it.

Lois said, "Even when he's awake he is in a catatonic state; the only time he's spoken is when Clark first rescued him. That's how he learned his name. If we bring food, he eats it, eventually. We've gotten to where he doesn't need a bedpan anymore. He's still weak, but not so that he can't get to the bathroom on his own. The only time we've gotten him to respond to us is when I tried to cut his hair. He fell apart."

Bruce looked up from the bed. "Fell apart?"

"Lois brought the scissors to his hair and he jumped up from the chair and ran. We found him hiding in the closet, sobbing. Before, he'd just been staring off into space, quiet, not really there." At this, Bruce nodded. I'll want to do my own tests, of course. If I find what you've found—and I don't doubt that I will—I'll bring him home immediately. In the meanwhile I'll send Leslie Thompkins examine him."

Bruce left the room and went downstairs to his car. He came back with a small leather case he opened it and pulled out a DNA collection kit. He swabbed the palm of Katsuro's hand and stored the swab in a sterile plastic tube. He placed the kit back into the case.

"Bruce—," Lois started to speak but paused.

"What is it, Lois?"

"Bruce, who's going to stay with Katsuro? You have your mission, as well as your obligations as Bruce Wayne. Alfred can't do everything. Katsuro needs _you_."

"I know about sons needing their fathers. Perhaps better than you. It will be taken care of." Bruce smoothed Katsuro's hair from his forehead once more and stood. The voice uttering those words was pure Batman but the man's actions were from someone totally else. The three adults left the boy's bedroom.

"Clark… Lois… thank you," Bruce said still in Batman's deep growl, as he grabbed his jacket and walked to the door. Bruce shook Clark's hand and kissed Lois on the cheek. The act was even more unusual than his tenderness with Katsuro.

"Bruce," Clark said, "that's what friends are for."

After Bruce's flight home, he immediately went to the Cave sat at the computer and opened file he hadn't looked at in years: Andrea Beaumont/The Phantasm. The information hadn't changed much over the years, except for the yearly updates of her location. Directly after his and Andrea's last parting Bruce checked on her monthly, but the only thing he really looked for was whether or not the Phantasm was back in action. She had traveled through Europe never staying anywhere longer than two weeks, and as long as Andrea wasn't going rogue, Bruce wasn't going to interfere. It never occurred to him that she might be pregnant. Maybe he hadn't let it occur to himself. _I certainly didn't investigate any deeper._

"So, Tall Dark and Terrifying, reminiscing over old flames?" Selina Kyle, the former villain known as Catwoman, draped herself over Bruce's chair, and kissed him on the cheek. Bruce turned toward his fiancé and kissed her full on the mouth. Selina was perhaps--no, not perhaps--she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. When he almost lost his humanity in the Batman suit, she brought him back. When he didn't know what to say to Dick or Tim or Cassie to express his love for them-yes, his love; he could actually say that now-she taught him what to say and how to say it. She was the one who made him smile, _really _smile, for the first time in years. Not that fake thing that graced "Brucie's" face when some debutante made some inane joke, but the real thing, straight from the heart, expressing delight, amusement, happiness. Selina brought that out of him. And now he was going to have to drop a bombshell on her. Clark didn't make mistakes like this; he'd repeated the tests three or four times. This _was_ his son.

"Selina, we need to talk." She had begun to knead the tight muscles in Bruce's neck and shoulders, but now she paused. Bruce's tone said that he was anxious about something, and the Batman being anxious was rare, to say the least...

"This is serious isn't it?" Bruce reached up to hold her left hand. He could feel the engagement ring, his mother's ring, which he'd just put on Selina's finger two weeks ago; he wanted it to stay there forever. His heart knew that Selina would deal with this, would process it and adjust accordingly, but his head told him that he was asking too much of her. She didn't want to be a mother now, especially not to a half-grown child that needed the amount of care and attention that his son--he was already thinking of him as his son, rather than "the boy"-- would require.

Selina turned Bruce's chair around to face her. "Fire away, Bruce. I can handle it."

"When Superman was in Bangkok last week, he helped rescue some children from a child trafficking ring. One of those children is my son."

"Your... son?"

"Yes." Selina ran a hand through her short dark hair and sighed, though everything in her face indicated that she was still calm.

"And 'Andrea Beaumont' is his mother?" Selina asked, nodding towards the computer screen.

"Yes."

"Start from the beginning, dark knight."

"Superman had already helped the other children out of the building, but there was one more that he could see in the  
basement, separated from the rest. He found Katsuro, the boy, chained and nearly unconscious. He said it looked like the boy had been there awhile. When he brought him out, he noticed the... resemblance between him and me, and his gut told him to bring the by home, without turning him over to the authorities. He and Lois have had him since then, while Superman confirmed what he already knew. I'm Katsuro's father."

"After Andrea left, I kept track of her, but only to know she wasn't killing anyone. Nothing indicated that she was pregnant and I... I wasn't really looking for it or anything else personal. Unless he was premature, he was born in Vienna or Milan." Bruce looked away from Selina and at the ceiling of the Bat Cave, studied it intensely, anything to not see her face when he told her the speech he'd prepare.

"Selina, though I'm doing my own tests now, I'm sure that Katsuro is mine. He won't be an easy person to bring into the family, right now. He's out of it right now, and when he comes to, who knows what that will be like? And with what those--those perverts did to him; who knows if and when he'll recover. If you want to leave or postpone the wedding, I'll understand, but you know I can't leave him alone--"

"Excuse me?!"

"Selina, I-"

"EXCUSE ME?!?" Selina's shriek caused Bruce to turn his gaze from the ceiling and back to his fiancé.

"Bruce did you think that you were going to do this alone? Those days of you shutting yourself off and carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and yours alone ended awhile ago, Bruce." Selina's black leather body suit creaked when she bent down and spoke slowly, as if explaining a difficult concept to a five year old. "We are getting married. We are in this together. Forever. Do. You. Understand. That? And please tell me that you do, because I'm about to claw you."  
Selina climbed into Bruce's lap and he wrapped his arms around her. She knew him so well. "Selina, you weren't signing up for a ready-made family and I don't want to force one on-" Selina placed a finger on Bruce's lips, cutting off his explanation again.

"Sorry to interrupt again, but you keep saying the stupidest things. What exactly do you think Alfred, Dick, Tim, Cassie, and Barbara are, Bruce? And in case you hadn't noticed, I seem to have handled them just fine. I'll admit that this is a curve ball and that we are going to have to... adjust, but did you think I would freak out because this one is _physically_ related to you? You maybe the world's greatest detective, but sometimes, Bruce, you're so dense. "  
Bruce buried his face in her neck, and sighed in relief. _God, I love this woman. What did I do to deserve her? She's too good to be true._

"Most people would freak, Selina-"

"So now you're comparing me to most people."

"No. I was about to say that most people would freak out at my entire life, and you didn't. I should have known better."  
Selina smile at that. _Silly bat._ "Yes, you should have. Now, we need to deal with a few pressing matters. Such as, when is Katsuro coming home? Are you going to contact Andrea about him being here? What story is Bruce Wayne going to give for another young man mysteriously turning up in his household? I assume you haven't told everyone else yet?"

"I was planning on telling everyone at dinner tomorrow, and if my tests align with Superman's, he will be coming Wednesday. As to what to say to the public, I'll be sneaking into City Hall tonight, to take care of documentation. I just need to think of a story no one will question."

"And Andrea's involvement?"

Bruce shook his head. "I don't know all the facts yet, but I'm pretty sure that she gave up being involved in Katsuro's life a long time ago."


	3. Chapter 3

**Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I'm not making any money from them. So there. **

**Chapter 3**

Bruce stared at the test results in his hands. They didn't say anything different than he expected, but intellectual knowledge that he was a father once more was different than having the proof in front of him. He read the material for the fifth or sixth time, letting the weight of one more new responsibility sink in, and then picked up the phone.

"Tiny Roman Emperor's Pizza, Dick speaking."

Bruce sighed inwardly at his eldest's telephone manners. "I'm just calling to remind you about dinner tomorrow. Make sure that Cassandra comes." Dick paused and looked at the handset in puzzlement then concern flashed across his face. Slowly putting the phone back to his ear, he said, "Bruce, you never call to remind us about Sunday dinner. You don't even acknowledge that we have a scheduled family dinner at the Manor every other Sunday... Are you feeling well?'

"Just be there." Click.

Dick twisted and turned the gold band on his left ring finger and went over the call in his mind after he hung up the phone. No, he wasn't insane; Bruce had just called to make sure he, Barbara, and Cassandra were coming to the heretofore unrecognized Sunday dinner. He glanced over at Barbara, who was working on her computer, with a slightly raised eyebrow. "What do you think that was about?"

Barbara looked up from her computer and shrugged. Bruce would explain when he felt ready and though her curiosity was peaked, she wasn't inclined to investigate the matter further; she had other plans for their rare "night off". Barbara was content to wait until Sunday to figure out whatever it was that made Bruce act so out of character. "It must be something important for him to even admit that dinner is a regular thing. I'd much rather you try to figure out how to undo this new piece of lingerie I have on under here." Barbara's wicked grin provided ample distraction from Bruce's call.

Today was different. I could tell. Though I was still drifting in and out of my dream world, I spent more and more time in real life, enough to know that I was living with a couple in their late thirties/early forties and their daughter. Enough to know the man was the one who had rescued me. And enough to know that the woman, "Lois", is… different. Distracted. And preparing for something. Folding clothes. Putting them in a small black case. Maybe they're leaving.

I'm noticing too many little details about the place and people around me. Maybe I spend too much time in the real world. Leaving myself open enough to care is dangerous because then I can feel pain, and pain leads to insanity. Though I don't quite know what one would call what I have now. I let the field surround me again. It's better here. Really it is.

Selina looked around the dining room table. Though she never would have thought it possible these people, these crime fighters had become her family, because they were Bruce's family. In the first year of her and Bruce's official relationship there had been many awkward moments and many toes stepped upon, but if she was forced to admit it—though, really, who could force a cat to do anything?—she wouldn't trade Alfred, Barbara, Dick, Cassandra, or Tim for the world. They weren't just Batman's litter anymore. They were hers, too. Selina mentally rolled her eyes as Tim and Dick sent each other silent death threats and promises of retribution for whatever outrageous pranks had been played on each other. At the rate we're going Bruce and I won't even have a chance to have children together; we have enough as it is. And soon they would be adding another.

After dessert was served by Alfred, Bruce cleared his throat to call for attention. All heads turned toward him. "I have an announcement to make. Last week, the Kents invited me over for dinner because they had something important to tell me. The 'something important' being that Clark had found a young man whom he was sure was my son in Thailand."

Everyone around the table froze, except Alfred and Selina. After almost five minutes of increasingly uncomfortable silence, Dick finally managed to ask, "Your son by whom?"

"Andrea Beaumont. Also known as Phantasm." Dick shifted in his seat, his fork still frozen between his plate and his mouth. Cassandra had tipped her head to the side and seemed to be studying Bruce.

"Explain." she said.

Bruce sighed a little. "It's… a long story. The short of it is that I met Andrea in college. We fell in love, were engaged, but… that didn't last. She showed up four years later and turned out to be the vigilante killer, Phantasm, avenging her father's death. I found out, but not before we had a little… reunion." At this Selina's nails sank into his upper thigh underneath the table. "Then she left for 'parts unknown' i.e. Europe, and apparently she was expecting, which I did not know."

The previous uncomfortable silence returned in full force as the bat clan tried to absorb everything that had just been told them.

"Where is he now? And what was he doing in Thailand?" This question was from Barbara and for the first time since Bruce made his announcement, Selina spoke.

"Right now, Katsuro, that's his name, is at Lois and Clark's. We'll be bringing him here tomorrow afternoon. As to what he was doing in Thailand… Superman found him when he went there to help with some of the Tsunami relief efforts. He ended up helping the local police bust a child prostitution ring. They were surrounding a building and there was a standoff with the pimps, they were holding the children hostage. The police needed Superman to go in and get the children out quickly.

"Katsuro was the last one to be taken out, and he wasn't actually one of those being held hostage; he was chained in the basement, separate from the others; he was obviously beaten, raped, and starving. We think that he was being held separately because he was either 'special' or he was getting too old. He's fifteen and that's getting on in age for that kind of business. He was conscious then and managed to tell Clark his name but he passed out. Since then, he's regained consciousness but is almost totally unresponsive, plagued by night terrors, and suffering from malnutrition. The people who would do such things to children should be flayed alive. We'll basically have to rehabilitate him physically and, even more importantly, mentally. This is not going to be easy. It will take all of us."

Cassandra had the courage to ask what was on everyone else's minds. "Still getting married?"

Selina let Bruce answer that question.

"Yes. We're still getting married. We're probably going to postpone the wedding, however, we will not wait any longer than four months. Even if we haven't made that much progress with him—and it's not like we're expecting a miracle—we'll go ahead with the wedding anyway. I'm not putting this off any longer." Bruce grasped the hand that Selina had been using to squeeze the life out of his leg. The finality of his tone reassured Selina and the rest of the group sighed in relief. Much like Dick and Barbara, every time Bruce and Selina seemed to advance in their relationship something would happen to throw them off course. Now that they were finally engaged, no one wanted anything to come in the way of the wedding.

After a pause Dick asked, "You're sure that he's your son?"

"Totally," was Bruce's answer.

"Then we can't wait to meet him."

Tim was not as eager for Katsuro's arrival as Dick, and that was hard to admit, even to himself. As he lay on his bed after patrol—it'd had been a quiet night, and for once he and Bruce were back before three o'clock—he tried to examine his feelings from all sides.

I don't know what's wrong with me; I shouldn't be feeling this way. This has to be like amazing for Bruce. A son that he's actually related to, that probably looks a little like him. An actual Wayne. And what must that kid be going through. He's not that much younger than me, and to be used and abused like that your whole life. That's harder than anything any of us have been through. But still. I don't want him to come. An actual Wayne son. That would make Dick and me almost unnecessary.

That thought stopped Tim in his tracks. There lay the real problem. If Bruce had an actual biological son maybe he would care about him less. Tim knew that that wasn't true; Bruce loved each of his children differently but just as much as the others. Even Jason. Tim couldn't take Dick's place, Dick couldn't take Tim's place, Katsuro wouldn't take either of their places, and they couldn't take his. Tim knew that this was true, but that didn't change the sick feeling in his stomach that they were all about to be replaced.


	4. Chapter 4

The usual disclaimers apply here: I don't own them

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While Alfred and Barbara were getting the room adjoining Tim's ready for Katsuro's arrival, Selina knocked on Tim's bedroom door the next morning. She'd noticed the apprehension Tim's face the night before and had a good idea of what his feelings for the new brother probably were. Her kittens couldn't hide anything from her. She hoped thought that Tim

"Yeah?" a groggy voice called.

"Tim, I was wondering if you wanted to go with us to pick Katsuro up from the Kents'?"  
Tim lay in bed turning the idea over in his mind.

_I don't want him to be here, but he's coming anyway. He's going to need someone other than Bruce and Selina by his side. Plus, I am curious to actually see what Bruce's son looks like.  
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"Yeah, I'm coming, Selina."

She sighed with relief. Tim's cooperation meant that things would flow more smoothly.  
"We'll be leaving in an hour so be ready."

"Okay." Tim hesitated for a moment before saying, "Thanks for asking me."

"Your welcome."

"Bruce, Tim's coming with us."  
Bruce looked up from his newspaper folded to the business section, and Selina took a moment to admire the view. The sun coming through the bay windows of the breakfast room set off the cobalt glints in Bruce's eyes and hair. It also highlighted the slight bruises beneath his eyes, a testament to the fact that he'd probably stayed up brooding the night before, rather than going right to sleep after patrol.

Bruce looked a little surprised at Selina's announcement."I didn't think he'd want to. He tried to hide it last night, but I could see that he was less than enthusiastic about Katsuro."  
"True, but you have to look at it from his perspective. He, Dick, Jason are the adopted sons, now you have a 'real' one. Who's the most likely son to be replaced?" Bruce nodded slowly at her explanation.  
"Do you think he's doing okay? I know that it's natural for him to be withdrawn since he's grieving, but he's got to snap out of it sometime-"

Selina's eyebrow rose half an inch and asked, "Does he, Bruce, does he really? Did _you _snap out of it?"  
"No, Selena, you know I didn't, but I don't want to him to be like me. I don't want any of them to be like me. They deserve better."  
"Better, Bruce? I really don't think it gets any better than me," Selena said with a smirk.  
He sighed, even as the corners of his mouth turned up a bit.

"You know what I mean. I don't want them to waste years of their lives living in the past, ignoring their present and the people standing in front of them."

Bruce sighed again and rubbed his hand over his face. He was reminded of the years of his silence after his parents death, and then the years of his obsession, the years he couldn't see the blessing of the family in front of him. He didn't regret becoming a crimefighter, he didn't regret protecting the people of his ciy, but he did regret letting The Mission take first place above everything. The truth was that his parents would _not _have been proud of the fact that he let it control him instead of controlling it. The angst, the standards so high that even the best at what they did could never live up to them, the self-blame, and the the pushing away the people he loved had gone on too long, much too long. And even though Tim had the right--the need--to grieve the death of his father, Bruce wouldn't let him wallow in it the way he had.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry this update is so short but I needed to put *something* up because it's been so long since I've updated. Hopefully more will be coming, but don't expect it too soon.


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